Guayabo Negro
Folclor
Black Guava
Black guava never say goodbye to me
Say goodbye, it's a sad word
Black guava never say goodbye to me
Say goodbye, it's a sad word
Hearts that love each other
Hearts that love each other
Should never say goodbye
Like palm trees swaying in the breeze
Like ears of corn drying in the sun
Like palm trees swaying in the breeze
Like ears of corn drying in the sun
That's how my life ends
Like a sad butterfly
Flying from flower to flower
That's how my life ends
Like a wandering butterfly
Flying from flower to flower
The swallows with their last words
Have become entangled in my chest
The swallows with their last words
Have become entangled in my chest
But they can't sing
But they can't sing
Nor can they take flight
Black guava, ask the savannah
If it ever saw me pass by here
Black guava, cursed
Where I tie up my horse
When I arrive from the palm grove
